is getting really crazy now. You better give me some answers.” She cursed under her breath. I didn ’t like her pretty mouth saying such things. I gave her a knowing look, but she ignored it.
“A few. The rest, tomorrow.”
She growled.
I laughed under my breath.
How dare he!
You ’re mouth curls up when you’re mad. It’s nice.
She growled audibly reminding me just why I picked the nickname I had for her. Then her words matched her sneer. My mouth is going to say some not very nice things if you don’t talk.
“Fine.” She crossed her arms across her chest to give a small amount of defiance as if trying to keep her cool and prove her point. She wasn ’t used to not being the dominate figure in her arguments.
“Your father had me keeping an eye on you. I was to make sure you left alive and in one piece.”
“My father and you know each other?” She didn’t budge her hands or any part of her body, but her face turned into something different. I could read her better than she knew.
“Yes!”
“And does he know that I’m here, with you, alone.”
“Yes! Now let ’s get you some rest. Tomorrow will be busy.”
“Busy with what?”
“Training,” I stood tall beside her small frame.
“Training for what?”
“Tomorrow.” She didn’t take the hand I offered, but she did follow. Knowing she was a step behind me and her instep closer than I thought she knew to be made her run into me when I turned back to stop her. The heat between us was instant. Her hand landed on my chest to balance herself and I knew my eyes were speaking volumes where my mouth and thoughts were closed up tight in a balled tightness. She noted my warmth in her brain and then asked with her hands still splayed across my front, “Why are you warm?”
Then...heaven looked up at me.
Hello, he is so—
She moved taking her halo of hair too far away from what I termed the safe zone. My first thought was that I can’t keep her safe when she is that far. My second was anything but clean.
I managed a finger in the air towards her room swallowing the lump in my throat. My hand went to her shoulder in front of the second room down the long corridor. I opened the door with my only other hand because the other one refused to let go of her.
I’m only warm to you.
“Why?”
Tomorrow.
The red in her cheeks were anger, not a flare of embarrassment as she slammed the door in my face. What a—Whoa! This room . Claire had lined the walls with candles like I had requested. The same picture of the sun hung above the four-poster bed that reminded me daily of her while anticipating her being in my home. The bathroom was stocked with all of her needs.
She would find the dresser full of her own clothes. I didn’t want to impinge on her privacy more than I had but I was torn between how she perceived me at this point and how she liked her accommodations. I tried to have it all. Her favorite t-shirt and jeans were lying in the top drawer as well as other needed items that my housekeeper saw to adding for me.
I heard my name and focused on her again.
...Cas put them here? ... Thorn. I wonder what his real name is. That will be my first question tomorrow. If I hadn’t been so busy looking at his hot bod maybe I could remember his name.
I would never understand the way a girl is wired, but hearing her reason things out in the total opposite way that a guy does, is like a slam in the face every time. It is just unreal.
She didn’t hate me.
The walls she had built up were falling, maybe.
Then she thought of the Hunter again, but not exclusively. She wanted to know more about me. She knew now I was on her side, or at least her father’s side.
I should stop listening. I should close off the connection.
She moved around her room thinking just about everything and nothing I could predict. She wanted to know why a Vampire was sent to save
“A few. The rest, tomorrow.”
She growled.
I laughed under my breath.
How dare he!
You ’re mouth curls up when you’re mad. It’s nice.
She growled audibly reminding me just why I picked the nickname I had for her. Then her words matched her sneer. My mouth is going to say some not very nice things if you don’t talk.
“Fine.” She crossed her arms across her chest to give a small amount of defiance as if trying to keep her cool and prove her point. She wasn ’t used to not being the dominate figure in her arguments.
“Your father had me keeping an eye on you. I was to make sure you left alive and in one piece.”
“My father and you know each other?” She didn’t budge her hands or any part of her body, but her face turned into something different. I could read her better than she knew.
“Yes!”
“And does he know that I’m here, with you, alone.”
“Yes! Now let ’s get you some rest. Tomorrow will be busy.”
“Busy with what?”
“Training,” I stood tall beside her small frame.
“Training for what?”
“Tomorrow.” She didn’t take the hand I offered, but she did follow. Knowing she was a step behind me and her instep closer than I thought she knew to be made her run into me when I turned back to stop her. The heat between us was instant. Her hand landed on my chest to balance herself and I knew my eyes were speaking volumes where my mouth and thoughts were closed up tight in a balled tightness. She noted my warmth in her brain and then asked with her hands still splayed across my front, “Why are you warm?”
Then...heaven looked up at me.
Hello, he is so—
She moved taking her halo of hair too far away from what I termed the safe zone. My first thought was that I can’t keep her safe when she is that far. My second was anything but clean.
I managed a finger in the air towards her room swallowing the lump in my throat. My hand went to her shoulder in front of the second room down the long corridor. I opened the door with my only other hand because the other one refused to let go of her.
I’m only warm to you.
“Why?”
Tomorrow.
The red in her cheeks were anger, not a flare of embarrassment as she slammed the door in my face. What a—Whoa! This room . Claire had lined the walls with candles like I had requested. The same picture of the sun hung above the four-poster bed that reminded me daily of her while anticipating her being in my home. The bathroom was stocked with all of her needs.
She would find the dresser full of her own clothes. I didn’t want to impinge on her privacy more than I had but I was torn between how she perceived me at this point and how she liked her accommodations. I tried to have it all. Her favorite t-shirt and jeans were lying in the top drawer as well as other needed items that my housekeeper saw to adding for me.
I heard my name and focused on her again.
...Cas put them here? ... Thorn. I wonder what his real name is. That will be my first question tomorrow. If I hadn’t been so busy looking at his hot bod maybe I could remember his name.
I would never understand the way a girl is wired, but hearing her reason things out in the total opposite way that a guy does, is like a slam in the face every time. It is just unreal.
She didn’t hate me.
The walls she had built up were falling, maybe.
Then she thought of the Hunter again, but not exclusively. She wanted to know more about me. She knew now I was on her side, or at least her father’s side.
I should stop listening. I should close off the connection.
She moved around her room thinking just about everything and nothing I could predict. She wanted to know why a Vampire was sent to save
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